Claimed By The Ruthless Lycan Warlord

ce of control. Areli's stomach lurched into her throat as the ground r

right back down her throat. Her lungs burned. Her eyes watered. Below her, a thi

er chin, wrapped her arms around

own just enough to keep her from splattering, but the third layer hit her like

pletely. Pain, sharp and blinding, exploded through her torso. She coughed

per still, the inherited knowledge of this savage world seeped in-a world where females were as rare as gemstones. The Beast Realm's iron law: females ruled, males served. A single female could take multiple mates, building a family around her protection and p

a survivor; she was a mark. A target. And if those two thought s

dead leaves under massive weight. The sc

e.

ale skin, hiding the delicate features. She squeezed her eyes shut, slowing her

ough-no, a nose-sniffed her skin. Every muscle in her body locked up

The heavy weight shifted. The sound of bones popping

r. They wore crude leather armor, muscles bulging beneath the hides.

voice was a gravelly rumble. "

uppressed the animalistic panic. Beasts could not be reasoned with, but men-even savage, towering men like these-had motives, rules, and egos. And in this female-scarce world, her gender was a shield. She was a rare female; they would not dare harm her without c

she stammered, her voice raspy and weak. "I

ike chips of ice. He grabbed her wrist, yanking her hand

ds are softer than a cub's ass. No

e was a biochemist in her past life, n

same motion, she rubbed her palm frantically against the jagged edge of a nearby rock. The r

our hands are meant for healing, that we must protect them from the volatile toxins of the plants we harvest. If w

arrowed, but h

Doyle." A

ied a tactical backpack and moved with a predator

ing the cap of his canteen. He

ing was visible. She gulped the water down, deliberately letting

nteen away. His hand reached toward

wall, her breath coming in short, panicked gasps. It wasn't entirely an ac

never to cause a female distress. His hands shot up, palms ou

s beard, looking uncomfortable.

n her eyes to spill over. Big, fat drops rolled down her dirt-stre

he whispered, her voice cra

ooking even more unsettled.

houlders. The warmth was overwhelming, smelling of pine and smoke.

e's dead weight. W

as only half-faked. The fear of being left behind, of being

r and Doyle. "We're tak

ded. "Let

head fall against his chest, hiding her face in the fabric of his shirt.

urvived the fall. She had survived the beasts. Now, she just had to